He was a handsome male that took a wet fly. His condition was solid and he seemed to weather the tough winter better than most of us did.
|Notice the spider near my finger.....|
I love these dark brook trout.
Lots of new green showing along the streams. Even as you walk through the forest the signs of new life is about.
The stream was tumbling along, crashing against the rocks. The brook trout were there in the back eddies and at those slick spots here and there. They will grab a fly as it hangs momentarily in the current.
I took a break for lunch and enjoyed a cup of coffee and a snack bar. A simple snack can taste so good when its served up with the right amount nature to season it.
The last fish of the day showed a more common look of the eastern brook trout. I was lucky to have been able to fish for both this day.